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But
what
could
there
be
behind
?
Before
they
had
parted
,
after
appointing
a
meeting
in
a
solicitor
's
office
early
on
the
morrow
,
Massy
was
asking
himself
,
What
is
his
motive
?
He
spent
the
night
in
hammering
out
the
clauses
of
the
agreement
--
a
unique
instrument
of
its
sort
whose
tenor
got
bruited
abroad
somehow
and
became
the
talk
and
wonder
of
the
port
.
Massy
's
object
had
been
to
secure
for
himself
as
many
ways
as
possible
of
getting
rid
of
his
partner
without
being
called
upon
at
once
to
pay
back
his
share
.
Captain
Whalley
's
efforts
were
directed
to
making
the
money
secure
.
Was
it
not
Ivy
's
money
--
a
part
of
her
fortune
whose
only
other
asset
was
the
time-defying
body
of
her
old
father
?
Sure
of
his
forbearance
in
the
strength
of
his
love
for
her
,
he
accepted
,
with
stately
serenity
,
Massy
's
stupidly
cunning
paragraphs
against
his
incompetence
,
his
dishonesty
,
his
drunkenness
,
for
the
sake
of
other
stringent
stipulations
.
At
the
end
of
three
years
he
was
at
liberty
to
withdraw
from
the
partnership
,
taking
his
money
with
him
.
Provision
was
made
for
forming
a
fund
to
pay
him
off
.
But
if
he
left
the
Sofala
before
the
term
,
from
whatever
cause
(
barring
death
)
,
Massy
was
to
have
a
whole
year
for
paying
.
"
Illness
?
"
the
lawyer
had
suggested
:
a
young
man
fresh
from
Europe
and
not
overburdened
with
business
,
who
was
rather
amused
.
Massy
began
to
whine
unctuously
,
"
How
could
he
be
expected
?
...
"
"
Let
that
go
,
"
Captain
Whalley
had
said
with
a
superb
confidence
in
his
body
.
"
Acts
of
God
,
"
he
added
.
In
the
midst
of
life
we
are
in
death
,
but
he
trusted
his
Maker
with
a
still
greater
fearlessness
--
his
Maker
who
knew
his
thoughts
,
his
human
affections
,
and
his
motives
.
His
Creator
knew
what
use
he
was
making
of
his
health
--
how
much
he
wanted
it
...
"
I
trust
my
first
illness
will
be
my
last
.
I
've
never
been
ill
that
I
can
remember
,
"
he
had
remarked
.
"
Let
it
go
.
"
But
at
this
early
stage
he
had
already
awakened
Massy
's
hostility
by
refusing
to
make
it
six
hundred
instead
of
five
.
"
I
can
not
do
that
,
"
was
all
he
had
said
,
simply
,
but
with
so
much
decision
that
Massy
desisted
at
once
from
pressing
the
point
,
but
had
thought
to
himself
,
"
Ca
n't
!
Old
curmudgeon
.
Wo
n't
He
must
have
lots
of
money
,
but
he
would
like
to
get
hold
of
a
soft
berth
and
the
sixth
part
of
my
profits
for
nothing
if
he
only
could
.
"
And
during
these
years
Massy
's
dislike
grew
under
the
restraint
of
something
resembling
fear
.
The
simplicity
of
that
man
appeared
dangerous
.
Of
late
he
had
changed
,
however
,
had
appeared
less
formidable
and
with
a
lessened
vigor
of
life
,
as
though
he
had
received
a
secret
wound
.
But
still
he
remained
incomprehensible
in
his
simplicity
,
fearlessness
,
and
rectitude
.
And
when
Massy
learned
that
he
meant
to
leave
him
at
the
end
of
the
time
,
to
leave
him
confronted
with
the
problem
of
boilers
,
his
dislike
blazed
up
secretly
into
hate
.
It
had
made
him
so
clear-eyed
that
for
a
long
time
now
Mr.
Sterne
could
have
told
him
nothing
he
did
not
know
.
He
had
much
ado
in
trying
to
terrorize
that
mean
sneak
into
silence
;
he
wanted
to
deal
alone
with
the
situation
;
and
--
incredible
as
it
might
have
appeared
to
Mr.
Sterne
--
he
had
not
yet
given
up
the
desire
and
the
hope
of
inducing
that
hated
old
man
to
stay
.
Why
!
there
was
nothing
else
to
do
,
unless
he
were
to
abandon
his
chances
of
fortune
.
But
now
,
suddenly
,
since
the
crossing
of
the
bar
at
Batu
Beru
things
seemed
to
be
coming
rapidly
to
a
point
.
It
disquieted
him
so
much
that
the
study
of
the
winning
numbers
failed
to
soothe
his
agitation
:
and
the
twilight
in
the
cabin
deepened
,
very
somber
.
He
put
the
list
away
,
muttering
once
more
,
"
Oh
,
no
,
my
boy
,
you
do
n't
.
Not
if
I
know
it
.
"
He
did
not
mean
the
blinking
,
eavesdropping
humbug
to
force
his
action
.
He
took
his
head
again
into
his
hands
;
his
immobility
confined
in
the
darkness
of
this
shut-up
little
place
seemed
to
make
him
a
thing
apart
infinitely
removed
from
the
stir
and
the
sounds
of
the
deck
.
